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Awwww? You had me at the 'heavy stuff'... lost me at the 'corn syrup'... then excited at the 'Pour warm over...' *sighs and thinks of guilty pleasures as she dips her finger into her warm chocolate syrup and starts to finger paint a picture on 'whatever would benefit from a hot, sweet...*

There are many things that I do not do, mumble being one of them, *smiles* More like rambling acutally. as to murmuring? Oh yes, I do murmur as I also purr, and gasp, and moan and... Oh look! strawberries!!

*Perks up* Home made fudge sauce?
You are very right Sir, high fructose corn syrup and corn syrup are both very bad ingredients.
Perhaps you may have a recipe to share for this home made hot fudge sauce.

Always a pleasure to hear from you. I'm doing.... Well I'm working on doing well. Had a difficult start to the new year so spring is welcome as was a message from a very lovely you!! Thank you. I hope you are well, happy and healthy. Much love xxxxx

Basic Information

Date of Birth

May 19

About Solis

BDSM Role:

Dominant

Gender:

Male

Status:

Oppressor-in-chief to, and full-time possessor of, the wily chipmunk

BDSM Interests:

Substantially and amiably dominant. I treat people - those standing in the doorway, those kneeling, and those I pass in the hall - with visible respect; I hope for it in return. I don't "play" with people; I expect relationships to endure, deepen.

A Bit About Yourself:

Very quiet but bright, very bright. A bit formal by default. That all seems to unnerve people. I'd be curious to see if you can overcome that instinct.

Vanilla Interests:

Being a good cook and great dad. Helping. Learning things that no one has any need to know. Currently puzzling over François de La Rochefoucauld's Maxims (1664). "We have no more control over the duration of our passions than of our lives." Really?

Recent Entries

When a book is turned into a movie, we often hear the same lament: “Damn, they ruined it!” The novel’s beautiful prose and careful plot development are reduced to clichés and excuses for explosions. Beloved characters get written out or transformed into caricatures. (Don’t get me started on the butchery of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work.)

Thankfully, that didn’t happen with America’s most widely read and widely viewed BDSM franchise: the Fifty Shades oeuvre. How did they avoid the problem?

Yes, I know: you've been wounded, and wounded again. The urge to hide is so strong that the simple act of stepping out the door, greeting another day, taking another risk, reflects heroic effort.

Welcome, wounded friend, to the company of the shattered.

The internet is rife with recitation of a line from the 13th century Sufi poet and lawyer, commonly called Rumi. "The wound is the place with the light enters." Translation is treacherous, translation from

I was at the grocery today, picking up a few things to help finish off dinner with friends tonight. (My 14-year-old is cooking. Breaths everywhere are bated.) My cashier was a woman in her 30s, of average build, dark burgundy hair and effusive manner. She was wearing two things that stood out: a man's shirt (old, soft, oxford) and a collar. A Turian-style collar: a finely woven brown leather cord formed into a choker. It rode just above her collarbone, close upon her throat. From the front descending

Researchers often start with the conceit “my prejudices brilliantly describe reality” and design research projects to celebrate their insights. The best of them, when confronted by evidence that they’re wrong, publicly announce the fact. The rest of them hide the confounding evidence away in a locked file cabinet.

And so it is with studies of the BDSM community. There’s a near universal prejudice among academics that members of this community are defective: the products of broken

We are hostages of a long-ago philosophical debate than many don't even know occurred. The setting for the debate was the 18th century, and the scene was western Europe. For centuries, our universe was filled with the Unknowable. Things we had no way of understanding: